Please Don't Take This Out On Me

I was just drifting off to sleep after the rest of the day sped by uneventfully when I felt a weight drop down beside me in my bed and I didn't dare move. Part of me thought I was dreaming, or it was Gerard coming to beat me up or hug me again. I lay perfectly still as I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist and held my breath. "Hey, cutie." I whirled around and let out a small scream when I saw who it was. Bob.
"Wh-what are you d-doing?" I gasped. "I th-thought you hated m-me!" Bob nibbled at my ear and I tossed my head after I smelled alcohol on his breath. "Wh-where did you get d-drinks?" "Hmm? Oh, Mrs Skybalt thinks she notices everything, but little does she know me and Gerard and the gang always sneak off to a pub in town. That old hag doesn't notice shit." Bob broke off to place wet kisses on my neck and I squirmed and pushed him off. "S-stop p-please-" "No." Bob growled; grip tightening on me. I broke into a cold sweat and tried to shove him off me again. "P-please let me g-go."
"NO!" Bob grabbed onto my face with both hands and before I could process what was happening, he crashed his lips onto mine. He tasted like alcohol and cigarettes and I started gagged slightly at the awful taste. I let out the loudest scream I could manage but was silenced when Bob slapped me harshly across the face. "Shut the fuck up!" He hissed and crawled on top of me to kiss me again. "S-stop!" I kept turning my head away to dodge his wet kisses when Bob decided I wasn't cooperating and started to unzip my jeans; clamping a hand over my mouth. I let out loud yelps as he pulled them off my legs and threw them across the room onto his bed. "Won't be needing these, will we?" He said with a smirk and I started crying; all noise muffled by Bob's hand.
I tried to bite his hand, but couldn't reach and was starting to feel faint again. I was going to lose my virginity to my insane roomate. Oh no. When Bob was moving a hand toward my boxers, the door burst open and Gerard stormed over to us with his jaw clenched. My heart leapt excitedly. He was going to save me. He heard my screams for help.
"Heyy, Gee!" Bob giggled drunky. "Came to enjoy the show?" My eyes widened with terror and I looked at Gerard nervously. Gerard snorted. "Are you fucking kidding me, Bryar? Hell no. I came to join the show." A fresh wave of tears rolled down my face. How could I have been so stupid to fall for him? He was obviously just showing interest in me to get into my pants.
"Be my guest! I'll just sit back and watch." I whimpered as Bob slid off of me and sat crossed legged on the ground with a stupid smirk on his face. Gerard strode over to me and climbed onto me; straddling my waist. I almost moaned at the friction between my boxers and his super tight jeans but held my breath. He leaned in to kiss my neck, or so I thought, because I started screaming again.
"Shut the fuck up!" Gerard hissed in my ear. "I'm going to help you." My sobs grew quieter as I tilted my head up to hear him better. "See the bottle of water to your right? Moan if you think you can grab it." Feeling like a slut, I let out a quiet moan and Gerard said "good. I want you to grab it and give it to me. I have something to drug Bob with." My eyes widened in surpise and I grabbed the water bottle; handing it to Gerard quickly.
"Get on with it!" Bob growled impatiently and I bit my lip. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Gerard slipping about 5 small pills into it which dissolved immedietely without a trace of a new colour in the clear bottle. "Drink this," Gerard winked and leaned over to hand the bottle to Bob. "Hmm," Bob nodded in response and I would've snorted at how easy to fool he was if I wasn't so terrified. Bob drained the bottle in ten seconds and I saw his eyelids start to droop.
"Call me tomorrow, baby," he said before sinking to the floor; unconsious. Gerard immedietely leapt off me and I sat up. "Th-thank you." When he turned to look at me, all I saw was disgust in his eyes. "Try to stay out of trouble, jesus christ." "Im s-sorry." I hung my head and blinked back tears when I heard Gerard walk over to me. I looked up and whimpered nervously; craving a gentle touch from him. As if he had heard me, Gerard raised his hand slowly, cupped my cheek, then jerked it away like he changed his mind. I let out a squeak due to loss of contact and held out my arms to tell him to stay.
Gerard just sighed and crossed his arms. "What do you want, Frankie?" I blushed at the nickname and said hesitantly "a h-hug." "Why don't you go hug one of you faggot friends? You and Mikey seem to get along quite well," he laughed bitterly and I sniffled and wiped a tear. "We're just f-friends." "Suuure." Gerard rolled his eyes and strutted from the room without another word. Maybe it was just me... Or was Gerard jelous?

Notes

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